Drip – drop, drip-drop
it rained over my roof-top
upon my tin – shade wetting the walls
and the fields behind and the green crop
And then a torrential momentum it made
I ran and ran like a mouse
it rained and rained cats & dogs
drenching a peepal in front of my house
watery nails hammered into the outstretched palms
of a green Christ!
The sky wept, the earth cried
the heavens bowed in apology & lo!
There appeared a pied and pious rainbow?
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